Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)Steve vai (guitar)Johnny "guitar" watson (guitar, vocals)Ike willis (guitar, vocals)Ray white (guitar, vocals)Bobby martin (keyboards, vocals)Tommy mars (keyboards)Scott thunes (bass)Chad wackerman (drums)Ed mann (percussion)Turn and turnTurn and turnWe're turning againTurn and turnTurn and turnWe're turning againThey took a whole bunch of acidSo they could see where it's at(it's over there, over there,Over there, over thereAnd underneath also)They lived on a whole bunch of nothingThey thought they looked very goodThey'd never ever worryThey were always in a hurryTo convince themselves that what they wereWas really very groovyYes, they believed in all the papersAnd the magazines that defined their folkloreThey could never laughAt who or what they thought they wereOr even what they thoughtThey sorta oughta beThey were totally empty(totally empty)And their lives were really uselessSo what the fuck?They didn't have no sense of humorNow they got nothing leftTo laugh aboutIncluding themselvesTurn and turnTurn and turnWe're turning againTurn and turnTurn and turnWe're turning againThey were mellowThey were yellowThey were wearing smelly blanketsThey looked like donovan fansThey walkin' 'roundWith stupid flowersIn they hair and everywhereThey tried to stuff 'em up the gunsOf all the copsAnd other servants of the lawWho tried to push 'em aroundAnd later moved 'em downBut they were full of all that shitThat they believed inSo what the fuck?(what the fuck? )Now I've seen 'em tightenin' up they headbandsOn the weekendAnd they get loadedWhen they came to townThey walked around in greenwich villageTo buy posters they could hang upIn them smelly little secretBlack light bedroomsOn long islandSingin': "jimi come back!"Now come back and regulate the boy's fuzz-toneYour haze was so purpleIt caused your axis to be bold as loveNow jimi (feed back) gimme some feedbackCome back and feed back on my knapsackYou can feed back the fuzz tone from your wah-wahWhile you bend downAnd set your stuff on fireTurn and turnTurn and turnWe're turning againTurn and turnTurn and turnWe're turning againWe can turn it aroundWe can do it againWe can go back in timeThrough the canyons of your mindOn the eve of destructionWe can act like we areSomething really specialYou just jump in the bath-tubWith that other guy jimAnd make him be more carefulWe can visit big mamaAnd wrap her on the backWhen she eats her sandwich(la la la la)We can take care of janisWhen she gets so depressedShe can't take it no moreWe can laugh at keith moon's jokes(ha ha ha ha ha)And the colour tv(ha ha)He threw out the windumFrom the second floorEverybody come backNo one can do it like you used toIf you listen to the radioAnd what they play todayYou can tell right away:All those assholes really need you!Turn and turnTurn and turnWe're turning againTurn and turnTurn and turnWe're turning againTurn and turnTurn and turnWe're turning againTurn and turnTurn and turnWe're turning again